“I’m tired,”
but
her eyes fell to her
feet and her weariness
was not found scrambling
across the floor

“I’m not hungry,”
but
her stomach screamed
at the mere idea of
a tangible item perching
within it

“I just don’t feel good,”
but
her mind was jumbled
into a trainwreck
while the survivors
continuously terminated
themselves instead of
living with the guilt
of breathing

“I’m fine,”
but
the streetlight in her
eyes has long winked
out
sending the whole block
into lonely midnight

and
she'll let her body become a
grave site for the lost memories
of happiness that
used to perch along her veins

-DDF